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Moustakas Autograph
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Tags: chat, Kansas City Chiefs, Kansas City Royals, LIVE, Sporting Kansas City

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Tags: gambling, March Madness Pool

Let the games begin.
It’s that time of the year again. 4-day weekends of college basketball (Yes!), zero productivity at work (Oh, you know it!), trash talking galore (Boom!), and finding out that Northern Iowa has a basketball team (Jigga-What?). Yes, a great time to watch 64 teams play 63 games in 4 weeks of full-court-orgy-madness. But the NCAA said, “Forget that! We are going to add 4 more teams in their own round and call it the ‘First Four’ sucka!”. Like it or not, this is going to be an extra dose of amateur athletics to easy the pain before watching 6 months of AAAA baseball. Enjoy it while it last.
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Tags: Bruce Chen, Dan McLaughlin is a drunk, Kansas City Royals, Major League is eerily similar to the Royals
Seriously, does this thing still work? With Bellweather and me on our Whitlock-esque summer vacations*, I wasn’t even sure my passwords still worked. I know my direct deposit stopped…
*I’ll let you figure out which one of us got fired like him, too.
Anyway, so here I am. How have you been? I am good. Made the final payment on my MLB package this month. So now, I am watching the Royals suck for free (at least that’s how I look at it.) Speaking of watching the Royals suck; hey the Royals suck. Actually, I am watching Bruce Chen right now. I am getting the Detroit feed, and the announcers were discussing how Chen used to have “a little more zip” on his fastball, and a good changeup. Now he has had to be “more crafty” with his arm slot and pitch selection. This is code for “Old dude who is filling a slot until someone, anyone frankly, can come along and take his place”.
But it got me thinking about something. No, it did not involve a noose, any amount of pills or a razor blade. No, it actually drew a nice parallel to one of my favorite teams of all time. Let’s see if you can guess. I will provide you with the current Royals player plus some details of how he relates to someone on this “team from the past” I am thinking of. See how long it takes you to figure out which team I am thinking of.
Here we go…
Bruce Chen – A crafty veteran, who doesn’t have much left in his arm. Because of this he has to use anything possible to be successful. He’ll toss every piece of junk he’s got just to get guys out.
Jason Kendall – Veteran, no really veteran catcher who is really just looking for one more good summer in the sun. No word on how much time he spends at the KC library.
Kila Kia’ahua – Foreign (at least as far as I am concerned) guy with a lot of power, but not even Jesus can help him hit a curve ball.
Got it??? Yeah, it’s Major League. This is so effed up, it’s kind of ridiculous. Let’s take this further…
(By the way, the first three were Harris, Jake, and Cerrano)
Bryan Bullington – Young guy with a good arm who has continually struggled with control. Give this guy a bad haircut and a dangly earring, and we’re in business.
Wilson Bettemit – This guy is the black Roger Dorn. I mean, veteran guy, okay bat, terrible in the field, and looking for an okay year so he can go free agent. Plus, I am pretty sure Bullington slept with his wife*.
*I can’t back that up, but I think we should start that rumor anyway. Maybe it’ll light a fire under someone.
Ned Yost – Yeah, I know he doesn’t have a moustache, but he is a sap that actually believes the Royals are worth a damn, just like Lou Brown. At the All-Star break, he suggested that this team was still in the hunt for the division. No word on how his naked cut-out of David Glass went over.
Chris Getz – Look, I know that he doesn’t play the right position, but if I told you one of the current Royals ran like Hayes but hit like Shit, who would you think I was talking about?? If only we could get Chris to do pushups every time he looks Special Olympic-ish at the plate.
Ryan Lefebvre – Come on, he’s just like Harry Doyle! A drunk…wait, I am thinking of Dan Mclaughlin. Sorry, wrong side of Missouri.
Thanks for having some fun with me tonight. HP keeps telling me that the Royals have a bunch of talent coming up soon. I hope he’s right. Because if Mike Moustakas and Will Myers end up like Isuro Tanaka and Rube Baker, we’re in deep shit again.
Maybe we can get Omar Epps to replace Getz at second, and just hope that no one notices…
Hey, I guess this thing does still work.
Tags: Facebook, Financial Regulatory Reform, Kansas City Royals, NHL Draft, St. Louis Cardinals, Wayne Gretzky needs to poop, Your Updates all Suck
I haven’t watched the Cardinals/Royals game yet tonight. I am going to watch it shortly.
It’s funny; on 95% of nights, I don’t watch the Royals game until at least 10:30-11:00, and I try to avoid places where I may accidentally see the final score. That means no ESPN, no other baseball games, I can only watch the first 20 minutes of the local news, and I even got busted catching about 3 minutes of game 7 of the NBA finals. I fucking hate when I accidentally find out the score. Let’s be honest here; 60% of the games I watch are going to be losses. But at least I can watch most of the game, and hope that the Royals will stage some magical comeback. But once I see the score, I will more than likely just delete it, and find something shitty on TV to watch instead.
Because the Cardinals are playing in KC tonight, there is another place that I have to avoid like the plague…
I can’t take a chance that one of my classically bandwagon St. Louis “friends” might leak something in their status update. You know it would be something like, “Felipe*__thinks the cards r gunna win the hole thing this year if they play like they did 2nite in KC. Go cards!”
*Name changed to protect the idiots.
So since I haven’t watched the game yet, I only have three things that I can blog about tonight. Those are: 1. The NHL draft 2. Financial Regulatory Reform or 3. The shit that I hate on Facebook (more specifically, status updates).
Let’s go with Facebook. The following is a list of my five biggest pet peeves that I see in people’s status updates:
5. Random Song Lyrics – I know almost every lyric to every popular song that has been written in the last 30 years. I am the fucking karaoke king.
Hugh Jerection__ ”Once beneath the stars/the universe was ours/love was all we knew/and all I knew was you.”
Even I cannot figure out what obscure line from a song you just posted. Two questions for you: 1. What fucking song is that from? 2. Why the fuck is it important that we all see it?
4. Play by play of you watching a game – I am watching the game. You are watching the game. Lots of people are watching the game. I like a little camaraderie during the game. I usually stick with texts to HP. What I don’t need to is open my Facebook and see nothing but posts from you…
Seymore Butts__ ”Whew!”
Seymore Butts__ ”That was a travel”
Seymore Butts__ “Come on guys, pull you heads out of you’re a$$e$!”
Seymore Butts__ ”Make a shot, Johnson.”
Seymore Butts__ ”Nice rebound”
You catch my drift. Those posts would have only covered the final 19 seconds of the game. Shut the fuck up. Besides, why are you on Facebook while you’re watching the game anyway? Just watch the damn game…
3. Work travel schedules – Come on, you have these people.
Oliver Closoff__ ”ORD -> LAX today. Then LAX -> MCI tomorrow through Thursday.”
I don’t care where the hell you are working this week. It’s not like I would need to track you down on your hotel land line or something. If you’re wondering about my schedule this coming week, it is STL -> STL every goddamn day.
2. How much love you have for your significant other – Yes, I know you love your wife. You married her, duh?
Mike Hunt__ ”I am so blessed to be married to the most wonderful woman in the world. She is my light and my rock. It’s been the best 11 weeks I have ever had. I love you, Donna!”
I tell my fiancée I love her every day…in the privacy of my own home. I don’t feel the need to broadcast it to 386 people that I haven’t actually spoken to in four years. Get a room.
1. Your Exercise – I am pretty sure that I don’t need to explain this to anyone.
Heywood Jablowme__ “Started out thinking I would only run 6 miles this morning, but felt so good at the 5 mile mark, just kept going. Ended up doing 37 miles before work. Plus tonight I am at the gym from 7:00-11:00. Tuesdays are arms and back. All in a day’s work…”
I hate you. Besides, for all we know you could be lying. What time did you finally roll into the office anyway? Really? 9:00? Did you start your run yesterday? It’s a computer program. If I didn’t have pictures on my page I could tell everyone I was 6’1” 200 lbs. too.
So here is the deal. If you happen to be one of my Facebook “friends”, and you use any of these five items in you update, I am removing you from my “friend” list. It’s that simple.
Oh, and don’t tell me the Royals score…
LWood Kellogg__ “Why do I bother/when you’re not the one for me/is enough enough? Come on Zack! Oh, of you need me I’ll be traveling to Barcelona in the morning, and Guadalhara in the afternoon. Before that though I need to take a 20 mile run and a poop. Oh, and I love you baby! See you when I get done watching the game…
Tags: Big Ten, Big XII, Colorado is a bitch, everyone wants to get in Notre Dame's pants, HP is an alarmist, Missouri is an ugly chick, MVC, Pac 10
Well, we’re here. This has gone on long enough. I finally have to weigh in on this whole Big XII, Big 10+1, Pac-10, MVC, Mountain West, SEC, hullabaloo. This whole thing is playing out like a bunch of stupid high school drama, and in the end, nothing (I repeat, NOTHING) is going to change. That’s right, I said it.
HP started whining about this like Chicken Little back in early May.
“The Big XII is done, and KU is going to get screwed.”
Sure it is. Read through all the crap in the paper, and I can see why you would think that. I mean, you have Missouri and Nebraska going to the Big 10. That causes Texas, Tech, Oklahoma, Okie Light, aTm, and Colorado* to bolt to the Pac-10. And once that mass exodus happens, you have KU, K-Junior, and Iowa State praying for that coveted invite from the MVC. Hey, at least I’ll get to see KU in St. Louis every March.
*Of course, somehow the legislature of Texas threatens to secede from the Union, and in turn gets the Pac-10 to take Baylor instead of Colorado. This forces the Buffs to become the worst team in the Mountain West instead of the worst team in the Big XII or Pac-10.
So as we all sit here on pins and needles waiting for the impeding collapse that is the Midwestern college landscape, allow me to remind you of just one little thing (and this may sting for all you Antlers out there)…
The Big 10 doesn’t want Mizzou.
It’s true. The Big 10 wants Notre Dame, and that is it. They want to get to twelve teams, which gives them two divisions, and a championship game in football. They do not want to expand to 16 teams.
I know it hurts, Tigers. Here is basically what happened. Let’s say that there is a really hot guy in school. He isn’t the hottest dude in school, but he is up in the top 3-4. We’ll call him Bryce Tennor. He has a huge crush on Nicole Davis. Nicole is the coolest girl in school. She is so cool, that she doesn’t even want to date or be tied down, and just sleeps with anyone. Bryce cannot get Nicole to notice him at all, even though he is hot. So what does Bryce do? That’s right; he starts flirting with everyone in sight. Nancy, Rachel, Syrie and Vicky. He does this merely in an attempt to get Nicole to think she had better get in the picture quickly or Bryce could be married before she even got a chance.
Then you have Missy. Missy is not attractive. She is poor, and has small insignificant television markets, uh, breasts. Well, Missy hears that Bryce is courting just about anyone, and suddenly believes she has a shot. Some of her friends even tell her she has a shot. Missy begins to lie to everyone she knows, telling them she will be dating Bryce before you know it. She tells herself this so much that she even begins to believe her own lie. Truth is, Bryce is never going to get with Missy unless he is ridiculously drunk and all the other girls mentioned are busy, or have herpes.
Sad, I know.
Look, The Big 10 pays each of its members about $20 million per year. Let’s do some math:
11 teams x $20 mil. = $220 Million.
Now, add in a Notre Dame and you have something more like this:
$220 mil. + $80 million from ND = $300 mil./12 teams = $25 million per team
Next scenario is the Big 10 adds Mizzou, Nebraska, and one of the Big East teams:
$220 mil. + $40 million combined = $260 mil./14 teams = $18.57 million per team
The Big 10 is not stupid. Nebraska and Mizzou add very little, if any value to the league. There is no way that the powers that be in that league will dilute the value of the franchise. Not so they can facilitate a “border rivalry” between MU and Illinois. Not so Nubs can play Iowa either. No, in the end this was all just a smokescreen to finally get the Irish to play ball. And it will probably work.
If I was Missy, I think I might try to play nice with the semi-good looking guy who is really only seen in public with me because I put out. That is, before he finds a better looking girl with even lower self esteem.
Tags: Dayton Moore, Dingleberries, Kansas City Royals, Ke$ha, TARP, Toilet Paper, Trey Hillman's Moustache, Yuniesky Betancourt
We all make mistakes.
It’s absolutely true. I do it all the time. No one is immune to it. The question is can you admit when you have made that mistake, learn from it, and better yourself. Dayton Moore did just that last week when he realized that hiring a white guy from Japan to be your manager just because he has a cool moustache, does not a winning baseball team make.
I will now follow suit with Mr. Moore. I too, have erred.
My last column, in which I was going to weed out candidates for the 2010 Royals MVP, was fucking stupid. I don’t know why I thought it was a good idea at the time. Deep down, I knew it wasn’t sustainable for me to continue with that for NINE MORE COLUMNS. So I am admitting that it was a mistake, and I am cutting ties with it. Besides, we all know that Mike Aviles is going to win anyway, and I didn’t even have him on the list.
Now that we have that out of the way, how ‘bout them Royals?!?!?!? Thank God that D-Mo realized it was time for a change. Of course, it was time for a change in June of 2009 but who’s counting? I have watched all but two of the Royals games this season. One of them I have recorded, but I know what happens (they win). So I am saving that for rainy day. The other was last night’s disaster at Baltimore. I missed this one to drink, and play “Name That Tune Trivia” at a bar.*
*The bar I go to has the MLB package. It has about 12-15 TVs. It is usually only occupied by about 30-40 people. So why didn’t I see the game? Because people in St. Louis are assholes (or for you Ke$ha fans: As$holes), that’s why. God forbid the Cardinals are playing. Every TV in the bar is being watched individually by, it seems, one guy. The only TV not tuned to the Cardinals game is showing the NHL Conference Finals. Of course, there’s some redneck in a San Jose Sharks Starter jacket sitting glued to that one…in May…in Missouri. FML.
Based on my experience with the Royals over the years, and judging by what I have seen this far this season, my first (and most reasonable) inclination is to predict that the Royals will finish last in the AL Central and second to last in the American League. Many of you would probably agree with me. But that was before I was taking a dump at work yesterday.
Since the bank that I work for has not paid back the TARP money you lent us, we have a lot of restrictions placed on us by regulators. These include not being able to expand our branches, limits on executive pay, etc. We also have terrible toilet paper. I am convinced that someone has told us we cannot have nice TP until we repay that government money. That is the only logical conclusion I can come to as to why any company would provide this sand paper to its employees.
Did the Glass family receive any sort of bailout? I am just wondering because they seem to trot out what appears to be a pretty substandard product as well.
Anyway, so I was scraping my ass at work when I realized something; while it may be uncomfortable in the beginning, the horrible toilet paper actually gets the job done better in the end than the fancy stuff I have at home. It gets me clean better. It doesn’t fall apart. That three ply quilted stuff just seems to shred in your hand when you really are working hard, and that double roll brand absorbs about as well as wax paper. But not the crappy work TP. Plus, you can use as much as you like, and because it’s so thin, it cannot clog the toilet.
So what’s the point? You don’t always get what you pay for. Sometimes, the crappy work toilet paper comes out of nowhere and surprises you. That’s why I think the Royals will win the AL Central.
Toilet paper…
Yes, that’s what I am clinging to. Speaking of clinging, that dingleberry Betancourt just committed another error to give the Indians a 1-0 lead.
Tags: Big Stroker, Jason Whitlock is fat, Kansas City Royals, Kila Monster, Luke Hochevar, Ned Yost, Trey Hillman
Maybe it’s that Honeymoon glow. Maybe it’s the fact that his name is not Trey Hillman. Maybe it’s the incredible restraint it must take the man to not grow a moustache. (He would totally look awesome with a moustache) Whatever it is, spending the weekend with Ned Yost has led to me completely and totally trusting the man. He’s the anti-Trey.
I was down in KC over the last weekend, and was therefore privy to 1.) actually watching the Royals, and 2.) getting first-hand accounts and analysis of Yost’s first series on the job from a number of respected talking-heads not named Jason Whitlock.
Trey Hillman is behind us, and I will be happy if I never utter his name again, so we don’t need to re-hash the idiocy of some of his moves. With Yost, you get the feeling that he’s not a reactionary type. He knows his players. He knows how to get the best out of them. He knows what to do in various baseball situations. Of course, these are the very basic characteristics that you want in a major league manager. And these are the characteristics that the previous Skip was lacking. The fact that Yost is at least competent already puts him light years ahead of Trey.
Also, Dave Owen…grrrrr
Yost isn’t without flaws. He got canned by the Brewers with 12 games left in the 2008 season while his team was in the middle of a pennant race. Which is odd. There were circumstances surrounding the firing that aren’t entirely known, but the fact is it happened. The reasons why are a little less than black-and-white, but he was the leader of a team that won 65 games the season before he got there, and made the playoffs six years later.
Of course, you don’t want to heap the credit strictly on him. You have Prince Fielder, JJ Hardy and Ryan Braun to thank for that. But, you do have to give Yost credit for this: he didn’t mess it up. Now, getting fired 12 games from the finish line might lead you to believe otherwise, but Dave Sevum (his replacement) only went 7-5 down the stretch. A lot has been said about that team being in a 3-11 slump before his firing, but prior to that stretch, the Brewers went 8-1. His firing seemed like a panic move, and all those who have analyzed it since tend to lean that way too.
But being Not Trey Hillman aside, there are three things that Yost did or said during the weekend that made me like and trust him. Here they are:
1.) Some of the critique of Yost prior to his being shown the door in Milwaukee surrounded his almost absolute refusal to use the sacrifice bunt as an offensive weapon. In the NL, with the pitcher batting 9th, it is generally assumed that the sac bunt in necessary and integral to success. However, Sabermetric research has shown that is it an absolute rally-killing croc. And Yost seems to agree. Martin Manley does a nice job of pointing this out by using numbers that frighten and confuse me…but still generally point me in the direction that Hillman was a quack, and Yost knows what the heck he’s doing.
2.) Much has been written about Luke Hochevar and his maddening inconsistency. He’s been good, and incomprehensibly bad, and a lot of it might have to do with his inability to keep his head on straight when things start to trend downward. Case-in-point: Saturday Night. Going into the 7th inning, with a three run lead, Hoch looked visibly shaken when the Alexi Ramirez got an infield single with one out on a ball that a shortstop with even average range (i.e. not named Yuniesky Betancourt) would have gotten to. He ended up losing control and giving up four runs, the lead and the game.
So what did Yost have to say after the game? Did he second-guess himself about not going to the bullpen earlier? Did he throw Yuni under the bus for not getting to an easily field-able ball? No. He said that was part of the plan; that Hoch needs to learn how to pitch himself out of jams. Wow. What a breath of fresh air. This is similar to Gil Meche coming back to the dugout after throwing 100+ in six the night before, and signaling to Yost for one more inning. Yost said no. He went to the pen, saved further wear on Meche’s shoulder, and got W.
If he doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing, at least he’s honest with how he does it, and that inspires confidence; something that is sorely lacking in this organization.
3.) The handling of Kila Monster getting sent back down again today. Yost knows his team, and the limitations surrounding it. And I’m speaking here of Ka’ahuie’s inability to make it on the field during his most recent stint on the big club. Instead of talking in vague overtones about the competitiveness of his need for more seasoned instruction, Yost plainly stated that with Jose Guillen and Big Stroker entrenched at DH and 1B, there simply enough at-bats to go ‘round. “It just kills me to see Kila sitting on the bench and not playing,” said Yost, “I think he’s a huge part of our future, and for me I’d much rather have him down there right now, getting his at-bats, playing first base and if something happened he could come back here.”
By acknowledging things which any educated Royals fan most certainly already knows, instead of dismissing it outright in some attempt to prove his legitimacy as a manager, Yost effectively justified his decision, however unpopular amongst the populous.
I for one am excited for having Yost in a Royals uniform. I know that we’re not going to be competitive for a while with the talent we have on the team, but you know what? So does Ned Yost. And that’s more than I can say for…what’s his name? Traysomething? I’ve already forgotten.
Thank God.
Tags: Better Know a Chiefs Draft Pick, Cursing John Gruden, I bet Jason Whitlock doesn't know who Kirk Ferentz is either, Iowa Hawkeyes, Kirk Ferentz, Scott Pioli, Tony Moeaki
In which we tell you about your newest Kansas City Chiefs by breaking down each of their picks from the NFL Draft. Today: Iowa TE Tony Moeaki
Pros: He’s from freaking Iowa!! Woo Hoo!! Hey, that’s where I live, and having to deal with the insufferable Hawkeye fans talking themselves into thinking their program is on par with Ohio State and Michigan every year notwithstanding, I have become somewhat of an Iowa bandwagoneer. Iowa being a Big Ten school, this doesn’t infringe on my KU fandom.
Here’s what you need to know about Iowa football: they play just like the Chiefs. Well, not like these Chiefs, but the good old 1990’s Chiefs teams you used to know and love. Last year, against Penn State, Iowa allowed a 63 yard opening touchdown drive. They did not allow Penn State past the 35 yard line the rest of the game. They play a tough front four, have an excellent pass rush, and absolutely shut you down on the corners. On offense, they’re content with pounding the ball, and playing the field position game.
So what does Tony Moeaki have to do with any of this?? Well, he’s that hard-nosed, do-anything type of player that Pioli (and good friend and Iowa head coach Kirk Ferentz) loves. Need a block?? He’ll do it. Need a first down catch over the middle?? He’ll do it. Good. Solid. Moeaki.
Cons: He’s not Tony Gonzalez. The comparisons started coming in right off the bat (LOOK!! His name is Tony, too!!), but let’s be honest. Tony Gonzalez is the greatest TE to ever play the game. The resemblance seems ridiculous to me, but there’s going to be some Chiefs fans who will tune in week 6 and see that Moeaki only has one TD reception, and think of him as a disappointment. This is inevitable, especially since we moved up in the third round to take him.
We’re not going to pay Moeaki to make TD receptions. We’re going to pay him to play an adequate, solid, un-spectacular tight end. And that he can do. He’s not flashy, and will not awe you with any aspect of his game, but he can hold his own…and that’s what this offense needs.
That is, if he can stay healthy. If there’s one knock on Moeaki, it’s his propensity to get injured. He’s broken wrists, elbows, foots, strained hammys and calfs, but still made it onto the field. We’ll have to cross our fingers and hope that he can relieve some pressure on not only Matt Cassell, but also Dwayne Bowe and Dexter McCluster.
Cursing John Gruden’s Take: “This fucking guy Tony Moeaki, he’s a fucking football player. I was talking with his former head coach Kirk Ferentz at Iowa the other day. You know what Ferentz told me?? He said that this guy Moeaki is the best fucking Tight End he’s ever coached. Now, I don’t know anything about Kirk Ferentz, but the guy seemed to know what he was talking about. And I tell you what about this kid Moeaki. He might not be able to stomp any taints, but if you ask him to stomp some taints, he’s damn well gonna try to stomp some taints. This fucking guy Tony Moeaki, he’s a fucking football player.”
Pick as Overplayed Commercial: Swiffer WetJet
You’ve seen it. It’s fucking awful. Lady buys a Swiffer WetJet. Old mop is thrown out by virtue of Swiffer WetJet’s presence. Old mop is dejected. Old mop sees old broom. Old broom had previouly been rejected by virtue of Swiffer WetJet’s presence. “Who’s that Lady” plays. Old mop is attracted to old broom. Old mop and old broom live happily ever after. I stab myself in the brain with a grapefruit spoon.
Here’s the thing about that commercial, though. It’s not for you. You are not the target audience. It is for middle-aged housewives who actually have to stay home and clean up after your disgusting-ass self. And you know what?? Middle-aged housewives love that shit. I mean they just eat it up. They think, “Oh, that’s so funny!! Look at how cute those two mops are!! I wish my husband still looked at me that way. Maybe I should get the Ab Circle Pro out from underneath the bed…where’s that box of Milanos??” You see, this draft pick is not for you, either. You want touchdowns. Football coaches what a player they can forget about in terms of whether or not he’ll do his job.
Also, the Swiffer is not an absolute necessity. It gets the job done, but an old mop could get the job done too. Sure, that old mop wouldn’t be ideal; it would leave some scuff marks. But the Swiffer not only sweeps, it cleans and polishes, too!! We could have continued on with an old mop off the scrap heap. Or we could have held on to our Cortech 485446 Floor Polisher. Instead we got a Swiffer. You spend a few extra bucks on it when you go to Target, and it’s there when you need it.